Yesterday carrying a cheerful yellow potted Mum, I walked into Fred Meyer grocery store wearing a flippy, short skirt. I was returning the plant. Standing in line at the customer service desk, I was having fun chatting with the woman in front of me.
“Are you selling flowers?” an older man asked, rolling up in a store wheelchair. “I saw you come in with those flowers.”
Sigh. Must I give him an explanation? My patience was thin because I've been sick with flu/cold. Waiting in line was an ordeal.
It occurred to me that he watched me walk in, tracked my movement, and followed me. Creepy.
“I bought this plant yesterday,” I replied. "I’m returning it because I discovered I don’t have enough room in my flowerpots.”
“You have too many flowerpots!” he declared and abruptly wheeled away. He must have heard annoyance in my tone.
In retrospect, his question was funny. It reminds me of poor little flower girls in Charles Dickens' tales.
“Why do you ask?” is my usual reply.
Was I rude? How do you deal with nosy people?